Absolution

Absolution

The pounding at your temples,

echoing the screams inside;

rattling chains from ghostly hands,

waking in you what had died.

Or rather, what you pushed away,

and what you tried to kill;

refusing what you can't deny,

and what you'll never still.

The beast is back, the songbird free,

and no escape will do;

you'll never find a moment's peace,

until you're true to you

Take up whatever armor or weapon you have known

You'll never slay the dragon

until you take him home.